The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1887-10-20
LOVES TRIUMPH.
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When the morn broke clear and the sun
rose bright,
And the sea. Which lad tossed through that
terrible night,
On that rock-bound shore,
Ceased to surge and to swell i'll waves
mountain high,
Ceased ~ toss its foam angrIly up towards
Ceased its horrible roar;
Then She stole from her cot, with her babe
closely pressed
GainSt her heart. Which had Wildly tnroODeu
Through the wea risome night;
And she moved to the cliffs. which stood
high and steep,
And, with wide-staring eyes, looked out on
In the clear morning light.
That vast sea was as smooth as lake that's
at rest
Not wave could be seen upon its broad
breast
As it rolled to the land
Yet it silently swept far up on the beach,
Every time it came up striving higher to
reach
Upon the bleak strand.
For moment her heart was filled with af-
fright,
While she gazed on the sea- lit by morning s
And saw far and near,
On the breast of the deep. bits of hull and
of mast,
Which told Of the tempest that DER it had
passed
In that night bleak and drear.
Twas her fisherman husband for whom she
feared;
For his boat on the ocean she eagerly
But no sail was in sight;
Then her eyes Glanced to turn from the
sea to the land,
And she saw mans form lying still on
the sand
In the clear morning light.
Something strange in that form for breath
stopped her heart,
Something known i'm that form caused the
life blood to dart
Through her bosom once more
For moment she scarcely could gather her
breath,
For a moment her face was CHASTITY as
death,
AS She gazed at the shore.
Then she rushed to her hut, took the babe
from her breast.
And. leaving the child in his cradle to rest,
She FASTENED to go
Down the path, that was cut in the cliff 5
rugged side,
To the sands where the oceans still rising
tide
Came steady and slow.
With fast beating heart along the dry
Which the incoming tide was trying to
reach,
She few DER the ground
In the form which lay there, as if dead, on
its side,
In the spot where twas left by the last
rising tide,
Her husband was fonnd.
At his side in an instant she dropped on
her knee,
And eagerly peered at his features to see
Were he living or dead
But she saw that his face was as CHASTITY as
death,
And there came foom his lips not even a
breath
AS she lifted his head.
Then the SHIRT DER his breast she tore
quickly apart,
And her quivering hand she placed on his
heart
For moments brief space;
AS she felt his hearts thrOb uncertain and
slight,
Her breast filled with joy, her eyes shone
with light
Which Transformed her face.
re was CHASTITY and cold as he lay on the
sand
At the spot unto which he'd been swept on
the strand
BY that terrible storm,
But her heart lraped for JOY i'll the breast
of that wife,
For she'd telt his blood throb and she knew
there was life
In that almost dead form.
With the strength of giant, born of her
love-
She carried that form to the cliff top above,
From the surf-beaten shore;
And she dared on the way not a moment to
rest,
Lest the heart that so family beat in his
breast
Should cease evermore.
To their cot, near at hand, her burden she
bore,
And, though her frame shook as she entered
Her heart did not quail;
Yet she sighed when she'd placed his form
on the bed,
For his eyes were wide staring as If he were
dead,
And his face CHASTITY pale.
With the courage of love she fought for his
life,
With the vigor of love she entered the strife
And conquered grim Death;
For she saw, i'll good time, light CLEAN in
his eye,
And she heard with delight from his bosom
sigh,
And she felt his faint breath.
Love had won, as oft times it had won be-
fore;
Love had won, as 1t will till our loving is
Ger,
Till we pass from this earth;
Strength had come to her arms as her hus-
band she bore,
Strength had come to her frame that she'd